“Peanuts! Fr-r-raish peanuts!”
Who stirs the circumambient air
And moves his optics here and there
To find the man who cries: “Here, boy.
Give me one sack of roasted joy”?
“Peanuts! Fr-r-raish peanuts!”
Who hastens onward with his wares
While every individual glares
Who lacks the necessary price;
Who cuts a mighty slab of ice?